Zhuang Ziang's slap stunned Zhuang Yuhang.
Is this guy crazy? Is he still the familiar punching bag?
Even Su Yudie didn't expect that the gentle Zhuang Ziang would suddenly attack.
The diners around didn't know the ins and outs of the matter.
In their opinion, it was Zhuang Ziang who was bullying the child, and they couldn't help but point fingers.
"What's wrong with this guy? He hit the child so hard."
"Call the police to arrest him and let the police uncle educate him."
"Let me take a video and post it online. Beating people in public is lawless."
...
If it was before, Zhuang Ziang would still care about other people's eyes and would probably explain patiently.
But his mood has completely changed at this time.
You strangers, say whatever you want, who cares?
My time and energy are limited, and I can only leave it to the people I love and the people who love me.
The noodle shop owner rushed over after hearing the news and looked at Zhuang Ziang in surprise: "Xiao Zhuang, why did you hit your brother?"
He knew Zhuang Ziang and knew a little about their family situation.
So he didn't blame others blindly.
"Uncle, I'm sorry to trouble you. We'll leave right away."
Zhuang Ziang asked Su Yudie to wait for him, and then followed the boss to pay the bill.
Zhuang Yuhang got up from the ground in a mess, staring at Zhuang Ziang with extremely resentful eyes.
But he was only ten years old after all, and he was no match for Zhuang Ziang in terms of size. He could only suppress his anger temporarily and planned to go home and complain to his parents.
Zhuang Ziang went away for a long time before he came back and grabbed Su Yudie's wrist: "Let's go!"
Su Yudie didn't say much and followed him obediently.
When they reached the door, Zhuang Yuhang estimated that Zhuang Ziang would not come back to beat him, so he shouted in a cowardly manner: "Zhuang Ziang, you are in trouble, my parents will not let you go."
Zhuang Ziang smiled coldly: "They can't discipline you, I will help them, don't let me see you in the future, otherwise I will beat you every time I see you."
After saying the harsh words, he left in style.
This feeling is much better than being a punching bag.
Su Yudie hadn't finished eating the casserole rice noodles yet, and she was a little worried.
Zhuang Ziang saw her greedy look, and bought her two grilled sausages and an ice cream, which was considered to be shutting her up.
"Hey, big idiot, why did you hit me, it's scary."
"Because he not only said it to me, but also said rude things to you, I don't allow others to say it to you." Zhuang Ziang answered seriously.
Su Yudie then remembered that it was indeed Zhuang Yuhang who said that she was not a serious girl, so Zhuang Ziang suddenly hit her.
A hint of sweetness rose in her heart.
That little bastard really deserved a beating.
The two did not mention the unpleasant things any more.
They returned to the original route and continued to read in the library.
About half an hour later, Zhuang Ziang's phone vibrated. It was Zhuang Wenzhao calling.
It seemed that Zhuang Yuhang had gone home to complain.
Zhuang Ziang decisively refused to answer and set the do not disturb mode.
In order to make him happier, Su Yudie found some children's books.
The two got together, reading the same book and sharing happiness.
When they encountered funny jokes, they dared not laugh too loudly, and could only smile at each other lightly.
Zhuang Ziang saw his own reflection in the clear eyes of the little butterfly.
I see how charming the green mountains are, and I think the green mountains should see me the same way.
Not long after, Su Yudie took out a bag of fruit hard candies stealthily.
She opened a strawberry flavor and handed it to Zhuang Ziang's mouth.
"Why did you bring candy in again?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, eating candy can help you forget your troubles."
The candy melted on the tip of the tongue, and the sweetness also rippled in the heart.
The faint fragrance of the girl went straight into the nostrils.
Eating candy is addictive, Zhuang Ziang knew that he was doomed.
But does a person who has only three months left to live have the right to love someone?
The sun was setting in the west, and the curtains were hanging low.
The two read seven or eight jokes and comics for the whole afternoon.
It's like eating junk food, without nutrition, but very happy.
When you are with someone you like, time always flies like water.
At half past five, Zhuang Ziang returned the books, took Su Yudie out of the library, and walked back to school.
"Big fool, do you remember what you read today?" Su Yudie jumped and stepped on the checkered tiles on the road.
"No, I forgot everything." Zhuang Ziang replied with a smile.
"Me too, hahahaha..."
A series of cheerful laughter was left on the road.
Under the setting sun, Zhuang Ziang looked at the dancing little butterflies and felt that time was particularly gentle.
Who sent you to me?
At 6:10, bus No. 19 arrived as scheduled.
The little butterfly stood on the bus, waved goodbye to Zhuang Ziang reluctantly through the glass window.
Zhuang Ziang also waved gently.
The bus had long disappeared, and he was still standing stupidly on the platform, his heart empty.
His day was cut in half by 6:10.
Having little butterflies and not having little butterflies are two completely different states of mind.
After having dinner at a street shop, Zhuang Ziang returned to his rental house.
In the glass fish tank, two goldfish swam tirelessly.
While feeding them, Zhuang Ziang talked to them foolishly.
"Xiao Yu'er, do you think Little Butterfly likes me?"
"If she does, blow a bubble."
"If she doesn't, get up and solve a quadratic equation."
Take out your phone and find that Zhuang Wenzhao has made five calls and sent three 60-second voice messages.
Zhuang Ziang was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and called back directly.
"Yes, I beat him because he deserves to be beaten for his foul mouth."
"Instead of blaming me, you might as well reflect on whether you are a qualified father."
"If I beat him up and cause him problems, take him to get treated. I don't care anyway. I won't give him money or my life."
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When Zhuang Ziang was talking to Zhuang Wenzhao, he could hear Qin Shulan fanning the flames and cursing.
He sneered in his heart. I have been bullied by you for more than ten years, and you still think I am a punching bag?
After venting, he hung up the phone again.
Great!
On the other side, Zhuang Wenzhao was so angry when he heard the beeping sound on his phone.
"Rebellious son, beast, why did I give birth to such a thing?"
Anger made him lose his mind, and he didn't think much about why Zhuang Ziang's personality had changed so drastically.
He didn't reflect on whether he, as a father, had taken up the responsibility of educating his son.
Qin Shulan cried and said, "Look at what he did to Yuhang? The swelling hasn't subsided yet, my darling!"
Zhuang Yuhang slammed the table hard: "Dad, you go to their school tomorrow, tie him back, make him kneel down and apologize to me, and then use a belt to beat him until his skin is torn."
"So what if he ranks first every year? He even beats his own brother. Will he dare to beat me one day?"
Zhuang Wenzhao was furious and didn't intend to let Zhuang Ziang go easily.